Butterflies flitted through quiet air,
But now both they and the birds are gone
And soon will the trees be stripped and bare.
Though winds blow cold and the skies are gray,
The sun of summer still shines for me,
For naught can drive from my heart away,
The memory of bird and flower and tree.
Grace Wickham Curran.
BEAUTIFUL VINES TO BE FOUND IN OUR WILD WOODS.
As the summer closes and the trees, flowers and vines have all reached their greatest perfection, have fulfilled their mission in life, and in addition have beautified all the spring and summer our lawns and verandas, and have been admired as wonderful children of the florists’ skill, how many of us know that many of them and especially most of these beautiful vines, could be found in our wild woods just for the looking? That we could with our own hands transplant them to our homes and have just as beautiful vines on our little porches and verandas as any millionaire on our boulevards?